The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray

Just as Lucas was feeling speechless while watching William run away, his phone suddenly rang.

“Mr. Gray, I discovered an emergency here that I need to report to you.” Joe started rattling on anxiously as soon as Lucas picked up.

Lucas frowned immediately. “What happened?”

“It may not be convenient to talk about this over the phone. Mr. Gray, where are you now? I’ll drive to where you are right away,” Joe said respectfully.

Lucas pondered quietly for a moment. Since the matter was so serious that it wasn’t even safe to talk about it over the phone, it was probably extremely important.

Lucas said, “I’ll go look for you. Where are you now?”

“I’m at the Ocean Bathhouse,” Joe answered, informing Lucas of his current location.

As soon as Lucas heard where Joe was, he naturally understood that Joe had to be intending to talk to him about something regarding the Ocean Bathhouse.

Could there be updates on the matter I instructed him to keep close tabs on?

“Wait for me. I’ll be right there.” With that, Lucas hung up, floored the gas pedal, and turned the car around to drive toward the Ocean Bathhouse.

More than ten minutes later, Lucas arrived at the entrance of the Ocean Bathhouse.

Immediately after he got out of the car, Joe greeted him, “Mr. Gray, you’re here.”

Due to the fact that what Joe was planning to tell him was very important and confidential, he brought Lucas straight to a luxurious private room on the fourth floor of the bathhouse.

The private room was specially meant for some distinguished guests, and the walls had excellent soundproofing, thus making it the most suitable place for discussing some business cooperation and other matters. It was very much to the liking of the senior VIP customers of the Ocean Bathhouse.

After they sat down, Joe cut straight to the chase and reported, “Mr. Gray, we just took over this bathhouse yesterday, so the news of the change of ownership probably hasn’t gotten out yet. At about three am, some people sent two gorgeous women here, probably for the business that had been operating on the top floor.”

Joe raised his hand and pointed at the ceiling.

Lucas’s face turned solemn. “What happened afterward? How did you deal with it?”

Joe continued, “I rushed here immediately after I got the call. I was afraid the people who sent those girls here might notice something wrong, so I let them leave the girls here. I’ve put those girls in a room near here for the time being. They seem really flustered, and I reckon they were trafficked and brought here forcefully, but we can’t let them go yet.”

Lucas nodded, thinking that Joe had made an appropriate decision.

“Who are those people who sent the girls here? Where did they come from? Did you send anyone to follow them?” Lucas asked.

The sordid businesses of the Taylors had harmed too many innocent women and their families, so Lucas would never sit idly by and not do a thing about it.

If he could search along the clues, find all the people involved, and then get rid of them completely, there would probably be a lot fewer women who would be harmed in this world.

After Joe heard Lucas’s questions, his face immediately turned gloomy. “I sent someone to tail them and secretly placed tracking devices under their cars. But the news I’ve heard shows that the Taylors aren’t the only ones involved. There must be many other forces involved too.”

“What?!” This was beyond Lucas’ expectations.

He originally thought that the Taylors relied on this chain of businesses to rise up high back then and that they were the ones who sent others to collect beautiful women from all over the world.

But after hearing what Joe said, Lucas realized that there was more to this than they thought.

“Have you found out where they came from, as well as the situation of the other forces?” Lucas asked.

Joe shook his head regretfully. “Unfortunately, they were very cautious, and they made numerous detours before finally pulling over at the side of an abandoned junkyard, where they got into another car and left. The tracking and listening devices we installed underneath their cars are no longer useful. In the end, we only managed to hear some of the things they said, but we can’t find out clearly which forces are involved in this. I only know that there are definitely many of them, and they should be very powerful.”

Lucas raised his eyebrows. “So, it seems that we have to start from the Taylors if we want to get a clear idea of the situation.”

Bang. Bang.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door twice loudly and impatiently.

Joe frowned in displeasure and got up to open the door.

“Joe, bad news. Preston Taylor is here!” a subordinate said in a panicky manner.

Lucas smirked. “Speak of the devil. I was intending to go look for the Taylors, but they took the initiative to come knocking on our door.”

Joe seemed dismayed. After some thought, he reminded Lucas softly, “Mr. Gray, Preston Taylor is not an ordinary person. He’s the most competent and accomplished descendant of his generation. He might be young, but he is very ruthless, and many have died at his hands. The Taylors are definitely here with wicked intentions. You have to be careful!”

Lucas sneered nonchalantly. “They should be the ones to watch out, not me. Let’s go downstairs and meet this accomplished descendant of the Taylors.”

Lucas sounded rather derisive because he had had his fair share of experience with these so-called competent scions of top families, such as Logan Hale, Aston Brooke, and others, who didn’t live up to their reputations at all.

Besides, there was really no one in this world whom Lucas ought to be wary of.

But Joe had no knowledge of Lucas’s past. When he saw how nonchalant Lucas was about Preston Taylor, he was scared that Lucas might end up having his plan backfire because he underestimated the latter. He sighed but nevertheless followed Lucas downstairs.

At the lobby on the first floor…

A middle-aged man in his forties was questioning the receptionists with a furious expression. “Tell me, where is your boss, Calvin Pearce?! Tell him to come out here and see me!”

This middle-aged man was the very person Joe had just mentioned—Preston Taylor, the most accomplished descendant of his family, who would most likely take over as the helmsman of his family in the future.

The receptionists were two newly recruited staff, and they were so frightened by Preston’s domineering outburst that they were at a loss for words.

“We… We’re both new here, but our boss isn’t Calvin Pearce. Did you get the wrong person?” one of the beautiful receptionists said boldly.

“Bullshit! This bathhouse belongs to the Taylors. How can I be unaware of who the owner is?!” Preston barked furiously, causing the receptionists to shudder in fear.

“Since Calvin isn’t around, where’s Tim Perry? He’s the lobby manager. Get him to come here!”

The receptionist was on the verge of tears because, to her knowledge, their lobby manager wasn’t Tim Perry. She had no idea why Preston was making such a fuss.

“Neither Calvin Pearce nor Tim Perry is around. Calvin Pearce has already sold this bathhouse to our boss, and I’m the new manager of this place. Sir, how may I help you?”

At this moment, a young man dressed in a gray striped suit strode out from the back of the lobby.